In the face of Fang Zheng's question, the tuberculosis scholar did not answer Fang Zheng's question.

On the contrary, he is still asking Fangzheng over and over again.

"Have you seen my heart?"

"Is this the heart?"

Pieces of organs are still being cut off from their bodies by tuberculosis scholars.

But the tuberculosis scholar is like he has no pain.

Has been crazy about self-harm.

Perhaps because he had not received an answer from Fang Zheng, the tuberculosis scholar suddenly stopped in mid-air with the action of holding the dagger.

"It's better to cough cough, cough cough... Put your heart and liver... Lend it to me, right?"

When the words fell, the tuberculosis scholar had already raised the knife in his hand, and the sharp dagger in his hand slashed wildly towards Fangzheng.

Where is this borrowed.

It's clear that the devil is asking for his life.

"Look for death!!"

Fang Zheng's eyes were fast, his palm passed through the dagger, the muscles on his arm tensed, and his palm pinched the neck of the tuberculosis scholar and pulled it out of the examination room.

In the spiritual world, there is no such thing as muscles.

These are all Demon Ape visualizations of the Way of Enlightenment.

Bang!

The tuberculosis scholar was smashed to the ground by Fang Zheng.

After this fall, the tuberculosis scholar directly lost his resistance, and his body was like a puddle of mud, paralyzed on the ground and did not move.

There was also a wisp of gray-colored ordinary soul energy, floating up from the tuberculosis scholar's body, swallowed by the human skin scriptures.

"Such a weak chicken?"

"Sure enough, it's useless, it's a scholar. ”

Fang Zheng shook his head.

Two times in a row, he didn't get any useful information, and Fang Zheng didn't have much hope for the last mad scholar.

However, before that, he first searched the examination room of the tuberculosis scholar to see if he found anything.

A few minutes later.

Bang!

A mad scholar whose mouth was stitched together by a fishing line was twisted by Fang Zheng's neck.

At the same time, a wisp of gray-colored soul qi flew up.

Next, Fang Zheng searched the examination room again, and the result was still the same as the previous times, and there was no valuable discovery.

Finally, Fang Zheng turned his gaze to the words carved with his fingernails on the wooden wall of the examination room.

Fortunately, simplified Chinese characters are simplified from traditional Chinese characters, and it is not difficult to recognize.

After watching it for a while, Fang Zheng quickly gave up and stopped watching.

It's all brain-twisting eight-strand texts.

Then, Fang Zheng turned his gaze to the cell opposite the mad scholar, which was the cell where he was imprisoned for the first time.

At this time, the door of the cell was opening a gap, and the hunchbacked old man had not locked the door.

Squeak......

The sound of tooth rust rubbing, Fang Zheng pushed open the cell door and walked into the cell.

I don't know what to think, Fang Zheng just entered the cell, and quickly retreated, only to see him drag the body of the madman scholar and block the cell door to prevent the cell door from accidentally closing and locking.

After all this was done, Fang Zheng re-entered the cell.

There was nothing useful to be found in the cell, but the blood book on the wall lifted Fang Zheng's spirits and finally found something valuable.

I can't kill all the gods of the world!

The opening words caused suspense.

After reading the blood book, Fang Zheng fell into deep thought, digesting what he saw.

The content of the blood book is written about the life and past of the corpse in the previous cell.

Leaving aside some personal autobiographical parts, and the part of being imprisoned for life like a little resentful woman complaining, the rest of the content is involved in the dispute between the city god and the mountain god.

But the end of this battle ended with the defeat of the Chenghuang family and the rise of the mountain god line.

This dungeon is where the masters of the City God series are imprisoned, and the dungeon is suppressed under a mountain that will never see the light of day.

"Mountain?"

"Shouldn't it be the plains, and then the cities rise from the plains?"

Above the dungeon, it is a city of millions of people. Moreover, the appearance of the Qing Dynasty imperial examination room here shows that at least before that era, it was a plain.

Maybe it's the vicissitudes of life, and the later generations have opened the mountain to dig up the rocks, and it's slowly leveling it out... The coastal areas are mountainous, and the economic development in history, the reclamation of farmland, and the paving of stones and roads are accompanied by the excavation of rocks again and again......

Perhaps, it is a history that is longer than the former Qing Dynasty, a long time ago.

Regarding the mountain god, Fang Zheng clearly remembered that it was Gao Shuhua who told him about the mythical city god, land, and mountain god.

However, Gao Shu's painting at that time was just a stroke of the mythological system of the mountain god, and there was no detail.

At that time, Gao Shu's paintings mainly focused on the city god and the land temple.

Fang Zheng still clearly remembers that Gao Shuhua said at the time that the mountain god and the city god belong to two mythological systems......

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng was a little speechless: "Doesn't that mean that I was inadvertently involved in the fight between the two immortals?"

Fang Zheng felt that after this trip to the Yin was over, it was necessary for him to find someone to ask, what the hell is this mountain god mythological system?

What is the history of the dispute between the city god and the mountain god?

Why do these city gods of the Yang Order, one by one, want to kill the mountain gods? Are the mountain gods here the same as the mythical mountain gods?

There is no specific history to refer to, and it is too confusing to think about it now.

Fang Zheng's eyes showed some pity, but it was a pity that this Chenghuang master was a little narcissistic, and most of the content was to advocate how he was cowhide, and did not mention in detail about the mountain god. Maybe it's because I have a grudge in my heart, so I don't want to mention it, out of sight and out of mind.

As for the prisoner's boasting, Fang Zheng obviously did not believe it.

If you were really so cowhideous, you wouldn't be imprisoned in a dungeon by the mountain god for the rest of your life, never to see the light of day.

This is the final outcome of Fang Zheng's cheap cellmate.

Fang Zheng saw that there was nothing more valuable to discover, and next, he planned to continue exploring the dungeon.

Since the cells here were all imprisoned by the masters of the Chenghuang lineage back then, Fang Zheng had a feeling that maybe he could find a lot of valuable clues from them this time.

Cell by cell, examination room by examination room search......

Founder's illusion.

After he killed the hunchbacked old man, it was as if he had replaced himself with a hungri-eyed hunchbacked old man, and he was patrolling the cells and examination rooms, eager to find something valuable.

Next, Fang Zheng met three weak chicken scholars again.

Among these scholars, there are different ways of dying, there are heads hanging beams, and the scalp has not been torn off;

There are those who are like starving ghosts, choking to death by eating exam papers;

Some were burned to charred corpses.

Of course, he had three more wisps of ordinary soul energy.

The scale of this dungeon seemed to be very large, Fang Zheng estimated the time, it took him about twenty minutes to search and walk, but there was no sign of even reaching the end.

It's still a dark, narrow corridor with no end in sight and no way in sight.

Moreover, except for the hunchbacked old man at the beginning, the next journey was too quiet, and as for those weak chicken scholars, the other party was not a threat at all.

As soon as Fang Zheng's thoughts fell, a red figure ran over in front of him.

"Isn't it, it's broken again?"

Fang Zheng's head hung down a few black lines, and he was a little skeptical that his previous life was a crow......

Because of the crow's mouth!!

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